Under Gerard's frosty, piercing stare, Iker experienced a frigid shiver but held his ground. “During my time with Lilah, I believed she genuinely cared for me. Yet, she betrayed me, becoming pregnant by another. She's nothing but a charlatan. Mr. Harris, she's ensnared you as well."

With a profound sigh, Iker laid several photographs on the table.

"These are the results of a subsequent investigation. The man pictured was the one she had a one night stand with."

Gerard's eyes flickered with unmistakable shock, as though physically struck.

Relief wafted through the onlookers, who shot Iker looks of silent gratitude.

If Gerard deemed Lilah morally lax and severed his concern for her, Maggie could remain unscathed.

Maggie had already schemed her retaliation against Lilah, intending to shatter her standing and render her an outcast within Eleywood.

However, Gerard abruptly seized the photographs, ripping them asunder.

“Iker, you slander your former partner and claim your masculinity intact?"

Gerard's glacial stare bore into him, causing Iker to recoil. "I, I didn't..." he faltered.

How had Gerard discerned the photos' forgery?

Though an investigation had transpired, the authentic surveillance records had vanished.

"Deplorable!"

Gerard flung the remnants at Iker, his expression steely and unyielding. "From tomorrow, Maggie's presence in Eleywood shall cease!

Her destination is already decided: Fauwille!"

With those final words, Gerard departed, consigning the Lewis family to a harrowing hush.

Maggie's tears began to cascade. "I refuse to go to Fauwille. It's the most squalid, chaotic place on earth! I won't go!"

“Huhuhu!" Regina, too, clung to Maggie, their tears mingling. Alden was grappling with a throbbing headache. "You fool, why engage in battles you can't win? Mr. Harris won't spare our family after this!"

His daughter had thrust the entire family into jeopardy.

Iker scrutinized the photographs, attempting to pinpoint where his plan had faltered.

Within the plush interior of a Rolls-Royce, Gerard maintained his poised demeanor, perusing documents on his laptop. However, the images from those photos haunted the recesses of his mind, especially the shots depicting Lilah with an unfamiliar man, entering and exiting a hotel. He discerned the digital manipulation in the photos immediately.

But one detail stood out. The room number, glaringly evident. It was 801.

He'd stayed in that very hotel; his room number was also 801.

Was this mere happenstance?